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Update (3-1-09)

Man, you never realize how old you’re getting until someone says that a song from 2001 is “old”. I wish I could catalogue every single interesting thing that’s happened since I was born. Gulf War? Check. A President banging someone in a little blue dress? Check. War on Terror? Bingo. 9-11? Yep.

That reminds me, in my very short life time, there’s been two armed conflicts and I’ve been lucky enough to be in neither one of them. I’m not saying I’m scared of the armed services. I mean, if I was drafted and was asked to do my part as a citizen I’m sure I would go, but as the situation is now, I’d rather do my part to my country by shouldering the burden of passing on knowledge. Guardians of knowledge whose job it is to pass on the torch of knowledge. Geez, people sure like to over-romantacize it. I’d rather call it a low paying job where I get to have a bunch of ungrateful teenagers talk back about how I’ll never understand what it’s like to be them.

If only they knew that teenage heart throbs have been around for quite some time. Romeo and Juliet were falling in love, fucking each other like idiots, and killing themselves before it came in style. Oh well, here’s to the young lovers. -Toasts a vial of poison-

Besides all that bitterness, I’ve been having a cock of a time at a school. The flacid cock, not the steroid erections you see in pornos. Between schooling 9-2:45 and tutoring, I’m still reading and writing like a mofo, and grading papers when I get the time off. And besides all that, a bunch of good games are coming out in the next few months that I can neither afford nor find the time to play. Games such as Resident Evil 5, Star Ocean 4, Radiou, and Devil Survivor. Well, I guess that’s the price I pay to pursue my career.At least the material is interesting. For ENG 165 I get to ready about Asian Americans making it in America and their inner conflict with their heritage versus the development of a new Asian American generation here. (Sound familiar?) For Eng 130 and Eng 100w, I get to read a bunch of short stories (Which are probably my favorite type of writing, I can’t do poetry for shit.) ranging from the usual topics about love, death, etc to strange and erotic topics like banging white boys.

Still, I think my friends have it worse. Between all their little labs and what not, they have crazy study sessions that lasts for hours. I just read several hours a night. I wish I could help them with some of their work load, but I can’t do much. I just try to grade their papers when I get the chance.

Oh well, there’s always next year. Doubt it though.

Why I can’t shop. (Ever)

If you’ve ever seen me at the mall, you should know that most of my time shuffling from store to store is not for my own enjoyment. I’m usually following someone that convinced me to go shopping, causing my unchecked sense of self-loathing to actually say yes to their request to mingle with other shoppers while gawking at the flashy products. I play games with myself, such as “How many people can I get to believe that there’s something wrong with me?” or “How many people can I get to look towards the ceiling just by looking up and hoping they follow suit.”

Around this time of year, I actually feel kind of bad. I can’t shop, I hate going from store to store browsing item to item while pretty female clerks with painted faces ask me if they can’t help me. Apparently they can’t help me, because I have no idea what I’m looking for. But it’s the holiday season, and of course I WANT to get people gifts. But how am I supposed to do that if everyone wants me to get them “whatever”? I hate it when someone tells you to get them “whatever”, then I buy them something they didn’t want, and they get butt hurt. So thus, I’m forced to go to the mall which I loathe so much and scavenge what I can.

There are times I look at things that would make great gifts for my friends and family. But then, I take an extra second to think about it, and realize “Fuck me. They don’t need this.” Not only that, I do this to myself too. I see something I know I want and that I would enjoy having, but I cant bring myself to buy it. You know why this is?

Cause I am frugal as hell. I hate to admit it, but it’s one Asian stereotype that I can’t seem to put behind me. I try to pinch every penny, and save it in a nice little savings account. I still have my birthday money from the 3rd grade. Sometimes I sit at my tiny little desk, stare at my bank statement, and wonder to myself “What the hell am I saving up for?” I used to think that I was saving up for a great trip over seas, or to finance a school wide insurgency, but as I grow older I realize to myself that I might never use that money, I just like to save. I might wake up one day as a creepy old miser who converts all his savings to gold doubloons and then proceeds to swim in them like Scrooge McDuck.

Geez, my first blog post ever and the first thing I do is admit that I’m a frugal, penny pinching bastard.